It's just another dumb song about Bein' young, wyllin' out On your own and full of doubt About anything you're ever told Just another dumb song about Bein' young, wyllin' out On your own and full of doubt About anything you're ever told
I turned on the radio Heard a song from long ago A voice broke through and touched my soul It simple, it was perfect, it was magic The music sounded like a blank Stare talkin' 'bout everything I think So I turned it up as loud as it would go There's somethin' fascinating about tragic
It's just another dumb song about Bein' young, wyllin' out On your own and full of doubt About anything you're ever told Just another dumb song about Bein' young, wyllin' out On your own and full of doubt About anything you're ever told
Memories flashin' in my head Stupid things I've done and said Love and lust the pain and fear Must've know exactly what I'm feelin' I can't wash it off my face We all have things we can't erase It was somethin' 'bout needin' space They're the kind of things that get you smilin'
It's just another dumb song about Bein' young, wyllin' out On your own and full of doubt About anything you're ever told Just another dumb song about Bein' young, wyllin' out On your own and full of doubt About anything you're ever told
It's just another dumb song about Bein' young, wyllin' out On your own and full of doubt About anything you're ever told Just another dumb song about Bein' young, wyllin' out On your own and full of doubt About anything you're ever told It's just another dumb song about Bein' young, wyllin' out On your own and full of doubt About anything you're ever told Just another dumb song about Bein' young, wyllin' out On your own and full of doubt About anything you're ever toldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.